ATLAS' POV
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Everyone is celebrating-- everyone except her. She's sitting in a corner by the table, the drinks table, sipping on wine with a hallow look in her eyes. She's watching everyone celebrate, but I've noticed her face scrunch up when her eyes flit over her parents for a beat or two. She's really angry with them, so angry I might be able to call it hatred. I notice her forcing a smile everytime someone talks to her, but she's mostly disinterested and gulps down more wine than needed after they walk away. "She's beautiful," Mom beams, lightly touching my arm. My smile tightens. Of course she's beautiful, I've known she's beautiful since the first time I ever saw her. "If only she'd be happy," With me, I mean, but I won't tell my mother that. "She'll learn to be happy, Atlas." She
